Forward pass changed the game
Offense was never the same
Overtime rules continue to change
Tackling though can limit the range
Blitzes can really shut it down
Audibles can turn it around
Linebackers can do it all
Linemen are the heart and wall
When the lights flicker,
And the silence can remember
That haunting storm,
who came in September.
When the dark stills the night,
And rain dims the fires,
Burning through a soul who knows
Feelings stirred by desires.
When the gentle of a smile,
Floating soft on the linemen’s face,
Sent to bless away the fears,
Stirring hearts to seek God’s grace.
When all is said and done,
And the lineman’s race is run,
We can say that love has won,
Because his kindness shines like the sun…
And, yes, oh yes, with purpose and drive,
He places a sparkle in so many eyes,
Those who know, we really will survive,
Because, in time, we know these guys…
Linemen, who bring the lights to life,
Linemen, who still the fears who abide,
Linemen, who take away the darkest strife,
Linemen, who just take it all in stride…
I’m so thankful to God above,
For the glory of such sweet love,
For these days, I’ll make the most of,
Because, these linemen, I’m so in awe of!
Stormy Weather
I never noticed until today
That the wind blows south in east PA
The sun only shines between five and nine
And the rain comes in the summertime
Everyone here waits for the smell of roses
But hates the trouble the storm poses
Many trees fell down in town this May
Little children scurried to get out of the way
The shingles on houses flew through the air
And power outages were everywhere
The firemen and linemen got acquainted
But never noticed pretty houses are painted
The moon is full when the townies act crazy
And the air is thick when the sky is hazy
But I’ve got plans that will not be broken
And good ideas that are left unspoken
I sure hope the clouds aren’t coming my way
I’m betting on a bright and sunny day today
When the offense takes the field for an attack,
you linemen have to protect your quarterback.
The defense is out to catch him in a sack.
If they could, anyone would like to break his back.
In the huddle, the quarterback makes the call.
At the start of play, he takes the snap of the ball.
Will the play be a pass, or a handoff for a run?
It all looks like a blur once the action has begun.
Everything is serious work and hardly fun.
Follow the playbook, and the game will be won.
For all the points and the yardage gains,
the quarterback pays the price with aches and pains.
After the game, you can hear his joints creak.
He has to get up and do it all again next week.
In Texas, High School Football is king
Every Friday night there’s a game
A big event and the stands are full
The games aren’t played for fun, they’re for fame
In my second year of College life
My High School Football team went to State
I was compelled to go to Baytown
A Championship maybe their fate
So proud was I, my team on the field
In the high school color, power blue
The group of us sitting in the stands
Tyler High fans through and through
Then the Abilene team came on the field
I could feel a big lump in my throat
Man for man they all looked like giants
The front linemen were something of note
From the first snap, you knew things were bad
Abilene’s linemen were in control
The whole line of scrimmage moved with them
My team got trampled under their roll
Yes, Trampled would be the word of choice
And it continued throughout the game
Abilene won the Championship
Trampled Tyler left Baytown in shame
Just like football, I am strategically played
If you make a pass, you may stir my interest
But a tackle is sure to incite my defense
Smooth players with golden words
Linemen who carry emotion, not pigskin
These are the ones who score
Touching only my heart as they cross the goal line
*For Kristen’s “Football” contest
Scrimmage upended linemen
Super bowl Sunday
The crowd roared, foot ball sailed high.
Receiver zig-zagged down field,
Ball spun overhead,
Runner snatched in air— touch down!
One minute left on the clock
Four points down, championship at stake
Third down, five yards from the goal
Hefty defensive linemen gritting teeth
eager
anxious
Do you run the ball?
or pass?
Quarterback fakes a hand-off
Linemen not fooled, scatter to block receivers
Quarterback sneak wins the game!
*For the "Pass" contest. Probably only football fans will get this one.
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